Secrets Are Safe With Me Novels & Stories

she said, putting the book in her purse. "I want to tell you why I left three years ago," he looked at her seriously and took her hands. "Three years ago... I was diagnosed with a rare disease," he sighed with his eyes closed. "Since I left, I've been in England getting treatment. I've spent three years missing you and berating myself for not telling you anything, but if I had come back to check on you, the disease could have spread, so that's why I didn't tell you anything," he opened his eyes, and his heart sank seeing tears streaming down her cheeks. "Joshua has been keeping the secret all these years. He's been keeping me informed about everything that's been happening with you, and he's

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.

Emily said later. "This is part of our agreement, Emily. Your secret will always be safe with me as long as you are mine. That means no one is allowed to approach you because you are mine. I don't care who that man is," Liam answered later and of course Emily couldn't. answer it. Liam always brings her secret work with her. She becomes unable to speak anymore if Liam brings up her work every time. On the other hand, at this time Raphael gaped at that. 200 pages in two days?

When I saw Garrett's name and photo on the screen, I could not help but feel a wave of panic wash over me. In my nervousness, my body clenched for a moment, which made Leonard gasp despite himself. "You're very tense, Ms. Clarke." Leonard looked at me with a half-smile, but I was terrified. After all, my husband was video calling me while I had another man inside me. I could not let Garrett find out. I tried to grab the phone from Leonard's hand, but he seemed to read my mind and pressed the answer button just before I could reach it.

“About me falling asleep in his room.” Mei snorted. “Of course he did. That man couldn’t keep a secret if you stapled his mouth shut.” “He thanked me,” Lyra said. “For the blanket.” Mei stilled. “And that bothered you.” “It complicated things,” Lyra said. “Because gratitude is more dangerous than hate,” Mei said. “Yes,” Lyra snapped. Mei watched her for a beat, then pushed off the desk. “Okay,” she said. “Here’s my unsolicited advice for the day, since you clearly love it so much: stop acting like you’re the only one allowed to carry the full picture in your head. Secrets are heavy. You keep stacking them, you’re going to blow a seam.”

I got up, adjusted my shirt, and then walked to the living room with Ethan following behind me. “Hey Mrs Donovan, we understand that the shooters who came around left you this piece of paper,” one of the cops said, showing me the paper from earlier. I nodded in response. “Do you have anyone in mind who would do such?” “Or anyone that you told a certain secret to.” I couldn’t think of anyone because the only people who knew my secret wouldn’t send shooters after me. “There’s no one,” I answered. I could feel myself shaking, because what if something had happened to her? I would never be able to live with myself, and tears began to stream down my face again.

Only when I spotted the closed door did I heave a sigh of relief. After that, I quickly dug out the note from the hidden pocket of my coat. A few words were scrawled on the piece of paper. "Quick, escape! Danger!" My heart skipped a beat out of horror. I quickly tore the note into pieces before stuffing it back into the hidden pocket. Then, I pulled out my phone and tapped on a WhatsApp chat box before typing out a message. I made sure to send the coordinates of my location too. When everything was done, I deleted the chat history immediately before placing my phone and my coat in their original positions. Finally, I sighed in relief.

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.

He moved toward the door, then paused with his hand on the handle. "But I want you to know something before I go," he added, turning back to face me one last time. "If you do decide to leave, your secret is safe with me. Forever. I won't tell anyone what happened at that hotel. I won't use it against you. You have my word on that." Something in my chest loosened slightly at those words. "And for what it's worth," he finished, his green eyes meeting mine across the room, "I think you're incredibly strong. Stronger than you probably give yourself credit for. Whatever you decide, I know you'll be fine."

I said and saluted him. He smirked and dismissed me. We discussed the loopholes of our last case. I looked at my wristwatch. It's almost eight o'clock in the evening! Fuck! I hurriedly went to my old honda civic car. It was the only car that was available in my parents house earlier. Papa offered his car but I declined. This hobby of mine is a dangerous one. I have to guarantee their safety all the time. I'm one of the ten secret agents of our government. For one month every year, we have a special training in Itbayat, Batanes to enhance our skills in combat fighting. The temperature there was no joke.